chewing dragon

Chapter 148 Sacrificial Knife
Amidst the chanting sound like the sound of drums and thunder, a thin layer of flames ignited on the monk in black, and then injected spirituality into the strange lines on the stone coffin.

Seeing this, the stout man's face immediately showed joy.

Qi Jingzhi frowned, the way the monk in black opened the stone coffin was unheard of, let alone what was in the coffin, the intentions of these two people alone could be called sinister.

According to the "Da Qi Law", opening a tomb is an unforgivable crime. Those who have opened the grave are the same as robbers. beheaded.

However, there are very few tomb robbers who are only satisfied with the contents of the tomb and do not open the coffin to see the corpse when they send people into the tomb. Once captured by the government, most of them will be strangled or beheaded. The business of decapitation.

When Qi Jingzhi entered the tomb, the thick man and the black-clothed monk were lying on the stone coffin. Seeing their deeds revealed at this moment, the two of them made a decisive decision. One gave instructions with his eyes, and the other pinched the seal and recited the mantra, touching the stone coffin. What idea is self-evident.

In the blink of an eye, all the lines on the stone coffin were lit up by the flames, and there was a crackling sound inside.

"It's really useful! Last time I tried my best, but I couldn't do anything about this stone coffin. The mage's method is really amazing!"

The stout man was overjoyed, and couldn't help but leaned closer to the gap in the sarcophagus to have a look.

Unexpectedly, with a bang, the top cover of the sarcophagus was suddenly opened, and it slid halfway open in an instant. A big black hand protruded from it, grabbed the thick man's neck, and dragged him away. Into the stone coffin!

The stout man only had time to let out a short scream, and then there was silence, and then there was the sound of chewing flesh and bones in the stone coffin.

Qi Jingzhi had already stepped forward, trying to stop the black-clothed monk from continuing to chant the mantra, but at this moment he stopped suddenly, the anger on his face disappeared, leaving only a little bit of astonishment that he didn't know what to say.

Now there is no need for the government to enact strict punishments. The owner of the tomb personally chewed and ate the robbers who robbed the house.

When looking at the black-clothed monk again, he seemed to have expected it a long time ago, and there was no surprise on his face. Instead, he calmly put away the seal, folded his hands together, and bowed to the stone coffin: "That's good! The benefactor has done a lot of evil in this life. It should be rewarded!"

Beside the wall of the tomb, Qi Jingzhi silently twisted the red gold knife into beads and put it in his arms, put the sharp knife back into its sheath, and then raised his hand and pulled out Jian Renshou from behind.

The black-clothed monk seemed to have sensed it, turned around immediately, and also gave a distant salute to the young man, regretfully saying: "After today, the stone coffin in the tomb will be left here, it is really a pity, I don't know if the benefactor has any intentions? "

Hearing this, Qi Jingzhi smiled and exclaimed: "Master is indeed merciful!"

Before he finished speaking, he exerted all his strength on his feet, lifted his knife like a wing, and flew towards the black-clothed demon monk beside the stone coffin.

Before he could get close, the demon monk had already retreated, using a stone coffin to separate himself from the young man.

After landing, the demon monk even slapped his palm on the stone coffin, the flames of the black monk's robe rose again, and he exhaled with a voice like thunder: "Hundred calamities, thousands of revolutions, sharp blades and fierce lights, Dahei Mingshen, protect me!"

As if in response to these incantations, there was an inhuman roar immediately from the stone coffin, a bloody thigh was thrown out of it, and it hit the young man who came with the knife.

Most of the flesh and blood on the thigh had been eaten away, exposing the white bones.

Qi Jingzhi immediately swung his saber to block, the saber's blade collided with the leg bone, there was a clanking sound.

With a shake of his arm, he poured the energy of washing wings into the body of the saber, dispelling the strong force from the leg bone, and was about to swing the saber in again, but saw the top of the stone coffin rising from the coffin, rolling towards him It came crashing into it, and the sound of strong wind followed.

Qi Jingzhi's pupils shrank, but he didn't resist, but bent his knees and squatted down, letting the heavy stone cover fly over his head and hit the brick wall behind him heavily.

Just hearing the sound of bangs, the already dilapidated tomb wall collapsed even more completely.

Qi Jingzhi had no time to turn his head back, and stared fixedly at the tall figure standing up from the stone coffin, with an indigo face, horny teeth, black body, red hair, and bloodstains at the corner of his mouth, clearly a head that preyed on people. The evil spirits.

The blue-faced ghost stared at Qi Jingzhi, then suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled out a long black knife from the stone coffin, it was more than three feet long, and there was black air around the knife, it was as desolate as a ghost crying.

Seeing this very evil black knife, the young man suddenly realized, no wonder the black-clothed demon monk mentioned the fierce light of the blade earlier, it turned out that he was not referring to the blue-faced ghost, but this knife.

At that moment, I saw a smile on the face of the black-clothed demon monk, pointed at Qi Jingzhi and said: "The precious sword has been covered with dust for a long time, now that it is born, how can there be no one to sacrifice the sword?"

Unexpectedly, the blue-faced ghost didn't pay attention to him after the demon monk's words fell, but turned around suddenly and looked in the direction of the tomb door.

Almost at the next moment, a big guy with intertwined black and white fur jumped in from the door. It was the tiger-striped beast that had fled without a trace before and returned.

A faint golden light flashed past, and the cloud snake, fog tiger flew in immediately after.

Seeing the blue-faced ghost standing in the stone coffin, the black-and-white tiger-striped beast was obviously taken aback, and without thinking, it folded its body, far away from the center of the tomb, slipped along the wall to Qi Jingzhi's side, and then fell deeply He prostrated himself on the ground, even his head dropped to the ground.

Qi Jingzhi was quite surprised by this behavior, could it be that there is a more ruthless one at the other end of the tomb passage?
Seeing this, the black-clothed demon monk next to the stone coffin turned gloomy, and shouted at the blue-faced ghost: "What are you still doing in a daze? Kill this man quickly!"

However, the blue-faced ghost still didn't react in the slightest, it just stared at the dark passage outside the tomb door with its copper bell-like eyes.

A moment later, a burly figure with purple beard and blue eyes rushed in, holding a forearm-long scimitar in his right hand, and a bull's horn in his left hand, with evil eyes and arrogance.

Behind him was a tall and thin young man in red gown who was running fast with a gun, only the green bull from before was gone.

For a moment, the tomb, which was not considered big, immediately became crowded.

When the two people who arrived later saw the situation in front of them, they were all stunned, and quickly moved closer together, but they also blocked the door of the tomb tightly.

Among them, the tall and thin young man in the red robe looked beyond the sarcophagus and the blue-faced ghost, and saw Qi Jingzhi on the other side from a distance, and immediately showed an excited expression.

At the same time, Qi Jingzhi also really saw the faces of the two people on Po Ding earlier. Not to mention the Wei clan member who fell at the end, the guy in front of him with a purple beard and green eyes seemed not very old. It's almost the same as myself.

Qi Jingzhi glanced at the black-and-white tiger-striped beast that showed a submissive attitude, and finally confirmed that the two of them did not suffer from innocent disasters before, but they also came to seek this fellow's bad luck.

Beside the stone coffin, the black-clothed demon monk saw that he and the blue-faced ghost were sandwiched between two groups of people, and his face sank like water. Without any further hesitation, he pinched the magic seal with his hand, lit the flame again, and shouted at the blue-faced ghost: " Hum! Da Hei Ming..."

He had just begun to cast the spell, when suddenly a black light flashed in front of his eyes.

Sooner or later, a bright and bright head left the neck of the black-clothed demon monk, flew straight away, smashed into the wall of the tomb with a bang, and smeared the wall with red and white stains. .

His headless body was still standing in the distance, with blood gushing from his cavity.

The blue-faced ghost snapped back at its master neatly, but it seemed as if it had just slapped a fly to death, still raising its arm and slashing its knife, looking straight ahead without blinking.

It was looking at the purple-bearded and blue-eyed boy, or more precisely, the broken horn in the boy's hand. In addition to the murderous and bloodthirsty eyes, there was also a bit of obvious anger.

The purple-bearded and blue-eyed boy was also looking at the blue-faced ghost, or more precisely, the black long knife in the opponent's hand that was not ordinary at first glance.

"I am Wei Bao of the Jiuzhen Wei family, why is the Chijin Saber in your hand?"

The silence in the tomb only lasted for a moment, before it was broken by the most inconspicuous tall and thin young man in red robes. To him, there was nothing more important than his own red gold knife in this world.

Wei Bao didn't speak out until he shouted and asked, Qi Jingzhi's body shook, and he was already rushing forward.

The other person and one ghost reacted only a little slower, moving almost at the same time.

The blue-faced ghost suddenly jumped out of the stone coffin, swung away and rushed forward with big strides, fiercely raised the knife and slashed down on the head.

The edge of the blade is cold and faint, the black air is desolate, and the sound of strong wind sounds like a ghost crying.

The purple-bearded blue-eyed boy didn't show any weakness either, he threw himself forward instead of retreating, and plunged into the arms of the blue-faced ghost, stabbing at the opponent's heart with the bull's horn in his hand.

Almost in the blink of an eye, two equally strong bodies, one man and one ghost, collided fiercely.

boom!
At that moment, the entire tomb seemed to shake because of the collision.

One person and one ghost can be divided at the touch of a touch. Although the purple-bearded and blue-eyed boy is very talented, he is still far inferior to the brute force of the blue-faced ghost. He couldn't help but fell to the side and rear.

Although the horn in his hand pierced the blue-faced ghost's heart, it failed to penetrate further, but drew a long and deep scar on the opponent's chest.

Naturally, the blue-faced ghost was also uncomfortable, and immediately howled out in pain. The ghost's body continued to charge forward, stumbled and ran a few steps forward, and before it could stabilize its figure, it saw a gun shadow coming straight towards its throat.

"Geshu Dashi!"

Wei Bao, who had already reacted, yelled, but fixed his eyes on the blue-faced ghost who staggered towards him. Without hesitation, he sat on the horse with his waist down, his hands tightly holding the white-handled red-tasseled gun, and the killer came down as soon as he came up.

The blue-faced ghost only had time to tilt its neck, and a piece of dark neck flesh was bitten off by the poisonous dragon-like spear point.

With a roar, it suddenly raised its elbow and raised the knife, and slammed the gun barrel from bottom to top, sending the white red-tasseled gun flying out on the spot.

Wei Bao lost his balance, and sat down on the ground, his palms trembling violently, and the inside was bloody.

When he raised his head again, his eyes were already filled with the figure of the blue-faced ghost with red hair flying and rushing furiously.

This Jiuzhen Wei's man's eyes were about to burst, but he refused to move his neck to kill him. He immediately reached out to pull out the saber at his waist, only to find that his arms were trembling and had already been numb.

At this critical juncture, a young man stepped on the cloud, snake, mist and tiger, and rushed to the back of the blue-faced ghost in the air. Immediately, he jumped up with all his strength, holding the long knife with green body and golden scales and shaped like a wild goose feather with both hands, and slashed with all his strength. To the back of the blue-faced ghost's neck.

Feeling the coldness of the blade on the back of the neck, the blue-faced ghost's hair stood on end, and immediately let go of Wei Bao who was close at hand, and turned around in a hurry!
Hearing the sound of gold and iron, the two sharp blades slashed at each other, and the cold green air and the sad black air flowed around.

In just a split second, the blue-faced ghost who hastily swung his knife fell to the wind, and with a strange cry, the huge ghost body fell backwards, rolled into the rear tomb passage, and disappeared in the deep darkness.

Qi Jing made great achievements with his saber, but his body was inevitably stagnant in mid-air before he landed lightly.
The brilliance in his eyes was shining, and he looked into the tomb passage with all his eyesight, but he could no longer see the blue-faced ghost.

While concentrating on his guard, Qi Jingzhi couldn't help being a little surprised. He didn't expect that with the fierceness and cruelty of the opponent, he didn't turn around to fight again after suffering a loss, but just ran away.

Fortunately, the aura of the blue-faced ghost and the strange black knife are very conspicuous, so it is not afraid that the other party will just run away without a trace.

Wei Bao on the side struggled to get up, pulled out the saber at his waist, and turned his body sideways, his eyes circled back and forth between Qi Jingzhi and the tomb passage, and at the same time slowly retreated to the direction where Geshu Dashi was.

Ge Shu Dashi had also stood up, put his arm against Wei Bao's trembling shoulder: "Okay, that ghost has already run away!"

Qi Jingzhi turned his head and looked at this peer named Geshu Dashi in surprise. After all, in his perception, this person had no cultivation base, and he did not expect such a keen spiritual sense.

Ge Shu Dashi met Qi Jingzhi's gaze calmly, took a step forward without any concealment, and firmly guarded Wei Bao, who was several years older than him, behind him, with a bright smile on his face: "I don't think this brother has any malicious intentions." , otherwise it would not have saved our lives."

Qi Jingzhi couldn't help laughing when he heard these words, because when Geshu Dashi said these words, the muscles all over his body were tense, and the knuckles and veins of the two palms holding the knife and the horn were even white.

He smiled and shook his head: "That blue-faced evil spirit first took you by the horn, and then got stabbed by his spear. Thinking about it, I feel miserable. I don't want to follow in its footsteps."

As Qi Jingzhi said, he turned to look at Wei Bao with a pale face. If Ge Shu Dashi is somewhat different from ordinary people, this old Wei's descendant really stood in front of the evil spirit with only his blood and bravery. .

Looking at Wei Bao, especially the red silk used to wrap the bun on his head, Qi Jingzhi couldn't help thinking of the old man in brown clothes with white hair tied in red silk and a red gold knife hanging from his waist.

With a gloomy look on his face, he said softly: "Old Wei died in battle in Linzhou. According to his last wish, I have buried him on the spot. This trip is to send the Chijin Saber back."

"What? Uncle has gone?"

Rao had already guessed when he saw the red gold knife fell into the hands of outsiders, but Wei Bao was still inexplicably sad when he heard the words.

It wasn't until this time that he realized that there was no trace of the red gold saber on Qi Jingzhi's hands or waist, and he couldn't help being surprised and uncertain.

Qi Jingzhi nodded, walked up to the body of the black-clothed demon monk, wrapped his palms in a smoky feather robe, poked into the monk's robe and looked inside, only to find a few silver notes and a few pieces of silver, nothing special other than that. There is still no way of knowing the identity of the black-clothed demon monk.

He went to search the stone coffin again, and there was nothing in it except the dilapidated corpse of the stout man, and he was also blind to the origin of the blue-faced ghost and the strange black knife.

"The demon monk wanted to keep me here for a long time, so that the tomb and the stone coffin would not be empty. I didn't want to die in the coffin and the other outside the coffin in a blink of an eye. It must be just like what he said. I have done a lot of evil in this life, so I deserve this reward. ..."

Qi Jingzhi shook his head, pointed at the half-collapsed brick wall when he stretched out his hand: "You can't stay here for long, you go out from there, the farther you go, the better."

After that, he turned his head and rushed into the dark tomb passage.

Although the two people who died at the hands of the blue-faced ghost were not good people, the words of the black-clothed demon monk sacrificing people with a knife can still be heard, and the evil ghost is also a cannibal.

"Roar!"

The black-and-white tiger-striped beast, which had been lying obediently for a long time, let out a low growl, rushed past Geshu Dashi and Wei Bao in a hurry, and followed closely.

(End of this chapter)